Song | Adrenaline! - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | The Roots |
Artist | Beanie Sigel |
Artist | Dice Raw |
Album | Things Fall Apart |
[ti:Adrenaline] | |
[ar: The Roots/Beanie Sigel/Dice Raw] | |
[al: Things Fall Apart] | |
[by: leifeng] | |
[Scratch intro] | |
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x | |
[00:9.490] | Once again 'gain |
[00:10.490] | Once again 'gain |
[00:11.500] | Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen |
[00:14.000] | Once again 'gain |
[00:15.000] | Once again 'gain |
[00:16.000] | Once again 'gain 'gain |
[00:27.000] | Yo, Adrenaline |
[Black Thought] | |
[00:28.000] | Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on |
[00:30.000] | And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan |
[00:33.000] | I chop rappers up like chicken szechuan |
[00:35.000] | Sells a squads off like a slave auction |
[00:37.000] | Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution |
[00:39.500] | On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan |
[00:42.000] | Yo, my age an algebraic equation |
[00:44.200] | Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion |
[00:46.500] | Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son |
[00:49.000] | M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son |
[00:51.400] | You don't want no more son? That's when more come |
[00:54.000] | And drag a nigga Erie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done |
[00:56.500] | Ladies and gentlemen |
[00:58.000] | Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling |
[01:01.000] | Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit |
[01:03.300] | We hit em like the L at 60th and Market |
[01:05.500] | South Philly clip a hole into a nigga pocket |
[01:08.300] | Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets |
[01:10.700] | Split back this like we the therapist |
[01:13.000] | Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again |
Chorus | |
[Malik B] | |
[01:24.000] | Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up |
[01:26.900] | Ever since I was a pup I was designed to erupt |
[01:29.000] | You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin |
[01:31.700] | Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't |
[01:34.100] | Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet |
[01:36.400] | Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm |
[01:38.700] | Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone |
[01:40.900] | I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne |
[01:43.100] | I'm trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls |
[01:45.700] | Shouts to Armour Akquan whose name is Jalil |
[01:48.000] | The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it |
[01:50.500] | Demanding, takin you back like Knotts Landing |
[01:52.700] | I'm Ralph Kramden, we out, you'll see in Hampton |
[01:55.100] | Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the |
[01:57.900] | Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot |
[01:59.500] | Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again |
Chorus | |
[Dice Raw] | |
[02:11.000] | Beans passed the Mac and we held em, like hostages |
[02:13.500] | Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches |
[02:16.000] | Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages |
[02:18.400] | Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is |
[02:20.700] | North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is |
[02:23.000] | You'll get blown out the sky once shit get talkative |
[02:25.300] | A-D devise rise, I fathered it |
[02:27.600] | So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid |
[02:30.200] | Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit |
[02:32.500] | Ask around, wondering what Dice Raw did |
[02:34.500] | Lay you on floors like ya getting carpeted |
[02:37.000] | You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids |
[02:39.400] | Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges |
[02:41.800] | You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters |
[02:44.100] | Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas |
[02:46.400] | I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again |
Chorus | |
[Beanie Sigel] | |
[02:58.000] | They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them |
[03:00.000] | Kick in the door wit my boys stick to rioting |
[03:03.000] | First nigga that flinch, I'mma fire em |
[03:05.300] | Tape em up, grip his hands, and plier em |
[03:07.600] | Know the bricks is in here, where you hiding em? |
[03:10.000] | Don't die in the shit that you lying in |
[03:12.300] | Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buying em |
[03:14.500] | Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplying him |
[03:17.200] | Paid the front row seat watching Iverson |
[03:19.500] | First class air crafts what I'm flying in |
[03:21.500] | To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them |
[03:24.000] | Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them |
[03:26.400] | Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm driving em |
[03:28.500] | Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbing them |
[03:31.200] | Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them |
[03:33.500] | Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em |
[03:35.700] | But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them |
[03:38.300] | Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them |
[03:40.100] | Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them |
[03:42.900] | Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparking em |
[03:45.000] | I know shit right now getting dark to them |
[03:47.500] | Tore they body all up, ain't no chalking em |
[03:50.000] | Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em |
[03:52.300] | These Illadel foul streets what I'm stomping in once again |
Chorus | |
[Scratch outro] |
ti: Adrenaline | |
ar: The Roots Beanie Sigel Dice Raw | |
al: Things Fall Apart | |
by: leifeng | |
Scratch intro | |
Chorus Black Thought and Scratch 2x | |
[00:9.490] | Once again ' gain |
[00:10.490] | Once again ' gain |
[00:11.500] | Once again ' gain ' gain ladies and gentlemen |
[00:14.000] | Once again ' gain |
[00:15.000] | Once again ' gain |
[00:16.000] | Once again ' gain ' gain |
[00:27.000] | Yo, Adrenaline |
Black Thought | |
[00:28.000] | Yo I' m in the eye of the storm, where the pressure' s on |
[00:30.000] | And MC' s is dressed funny like a leprechuan |
[00:33.000] | I chop rappers up like chicken szechuan |
[00:35.000] | Sells a squads off like a slave auction |
[00:37.000] | Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution |
[00:39.500] | On stage, I make your seed to an orphan |
[00:42.000] | Yo, my age an algebraic equation |
[00:44.200] | Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion |
[00:46.500] | Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son |
[00:49.000] | Millitilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son |
[00:51.400] | You don' t want no more son? That' s when more come |
[00:54.000] | And drag a nigga Erie Avenue to Oregon, you' re all done |
[00:56.500] | Ladies and gentlemen |
[00:58.000] | Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling |
[01:01.000] | Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit |
[01:03.300] | We hit em like the L at 60th and Market |
[01:05.500] | South Philly clip a hole into a nigga pocket |
[01:08.300] | Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets |
[01:10.700] | Split back this like we the therapist |
[01:13.000] | Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again |
Chorus | |
Malik B | |
[01:24.000] | Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up |
[01:26.900] | Ever since I was a pup I was designed to erupt |
[01:29.000] | You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin |
[01:31.700] | Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn' t |
[01:34.100] | Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet |
[01:36.400] | Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm |
[01:38.700] | Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain' t gone |
[01:40.900] | I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne |
[01:43.100] | I' m trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls |
[01:45.700] | Shouts to Armour Akquan whose name is Jalil |
[01:48.000] | The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it |
[01:50.500] | Demanding, takin you back like Knotts Landing |
[01:52.700] | I' m Ralph Kramden, we out, you' ll see in Hampton |
[01:55.100] | Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the |
[01:57.900] | Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot |
[01:59.500] | Didn' t figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again |
Chorus | |
Dice Raw | |
[02:11.000] | Beans passed the Mac and we held em, like hostages |
[02:13.500] | Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches |
[02:16.000] | Dice' ll grind your brain into little sausages |
[02:18.400] | Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is |
[02:20.700] | North Philly baby, that' s where that Raw shit is |
[02:23.000] | You' ll get blown out the sky once shit get talkative |
[02:25.300] | AD devise rise, I fathered it |
[02:27.600] | So when you see me on the street, don' t bother kid |
[02:30.200] | Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit |
[02:32.500] | Ask around, wondering what Dice Raw did |
[02:34.500] | Lay you on floors like ya getting carpeted |
[02:37.000] | You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids |
[02:39.400] | Me against you' s like Kane verse the Partridges |
[02:41.800] | You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters |
[02:44.100] | Cuz that' s what you do, face to face wit raw niggas |
[02:46.400] | I give you a bad case of the fuckedup jitters, once again |
Chorus | |
Beanie Sigel | |
[02:58.000] | They used to talk shit, but I' ma quiet them |
[03:00.000] | Kick in the door wit my boys stick to rioting |
[03:03.000] | First nigga that flinch, I' mma fire em |
[03:05.300] | Tape em up, grip his hands, and plier em |
[03:07.600] | Know the bricks is in here, where you hiding em? |
[03:10.000] | Don' t die in the shit that you lying in |
[03:12.300] | Used to get fronted bricks, now I' m buying em |
[03:14.500] | Used to cop off my man, now I' m supplying him |
[03:17.200] | Paid the front row seat watching Iverson |
[03:19.500] | First class air crafts what I' m flying in |
[03:21.500] | To L. A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them |
[03:24.000] | Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them |
[03:26.400] | Used to shotgun in cars, now I' m driving em |
[03:28.500] | Used to hustle ' round bars, y' all was robbing them |
[03:31.200] | Ran up in y' all spot wit Rob and them |
[03:33.500] | Grew up, twofour, wit Pie and em |
[03:35.700] | But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them |
[03:38.300] | Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them |
[03:40.100] | Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them |
[03:42.900] | Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparking em |
[03:45.000] | I know shit right now getting dark to them |
[03:47.500] | Tore they body all up, ain' t no chalking em |
[03:50.000] | Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em |
[03:52.300] | These Illadel foul streets what I' m stomping in once again |
Chorus | |
Scratch outro |